He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Chapter 194 The General is a Love-Obsessed Man 17

Qu Yi was busy with other matters while Zhao Yang was recuperating. After inquiring about Zhao Yang's injuries from Wei An, he left his residence.

"Boss!!!"

A thin man dressed in blue rushed into the courtyard.

"The boss isn't here," Wei An said to the man, carrying a first-aid kit.

"Oh no? Why isn't he here at this time? Oh no!"

The man paced back and forth anxiously.

"The boss just questioned me, and you came right after I left. What's the matter that you're in such a hurry?"

"It's all because of Brother Zhao..."

"What happened to Zhao Yang?"

A woman's clear voice came from a few steps away. The two turned around and saw that it was Qu Yi, who had already left.

Wei An: "Old... Sister Yi, didn't you leave?"

That half-spoken address...

Qu Yi glanced at him. "I forgot something." Looking at the slender man, she recognized him; he was one of Zhao Yang's men. "Tell me, what happened to Zhao Yang?"

"Brother Zhao, he... he's about to kill someone!"

Upon arriving at Zhao Yang's residence, "Zhuyuxuan," I heard his voice even before stepping inside. He seemed furious, deliberately lowering his voice, which was filled with a chilling coldness that cut to the bone.

"Chop off her hand."

The woman lying on the ground was dressed in a thin veil, barely covering her body, and she kept backing away in terror.

"Spare me, sir, please spare me! I'll never do it again!"

"This servant truly dares not do it again, please..."

As soon as Qu Yi stepped inside, everything in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

In fact, Zhao Yang was initially afraid that Qu Yi would discover his true nature. However, after testing her again and again, he slowly revealed everything about himself to her.

He is no longer afraid.

He paused for a moment, then his expression softened, and he looked up at her with a smile: "Why are you here? Aren't you busy today?"

Qu Yi shook his head and looked at the woman on the ground: "What happened?"

Zhao Yang: "He's just someone who doesn't know his own mortality. We don't need to pay him any mind."

Qu Yi didn't ask any further questions, simply saying "Let's be lenient," before turning and going into the house.

Zhao Yang thought for a moment and said to his subordinates, "Since my sister has said so, let's do it this way."

"Yes."

His sinister gaze lingered on the woman one last time, and seeing her trembling, Zhao Yang withdrew his gaze, turned, and went inside.

"Why did you save her, sister?" Zhao Yang asked as soon as he entered the room.

Qu Yi sat at the table, looking at him: "I've told you more than once not to be too cruel in your actions, and it's not some deep-seated hatred."

Zhao Yang lowered his eyes, then smiled as he looked up again. He sat down beside her and took her hand, saying, "Sister is right. I will definitely pay attention in the future."

If Qu Yi hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have thrown that damned woman out to feed the wolves long ago.

He was in a daze while practicing his skills. He only smelled a familiar scent and thought it was Qu Yi. He opened his eyes with a smile, but saw a strange woman.

He wasn't actually that angry about it; similar things had happened in the past two years. But this time, his anger stemmed from the woman's audacity in insulting Qu Yi.

The more he recalled, the more turbulent his eyes became. But then he remembered that Qu Yi was still beside him, so he quickly suppressed all his emotions, and his eyes slowly regained their clarity.

"How is the injury?"

"So my sister still remembers my injury."

Zhao Yang's words sounded somewhat aggrieved.

"...I've been busy these past few days."

"I know, but as compensation, my sister has to have dinner with me later."

For such a trivial matter, I naturally agreed without hesitation.

After dinner, Zhao Yang brought up the matter he had been investigating for the past few days.

"Have you found anything?"

Qu Yi peeled open the lychee that the servant brought over, her jade-white fingertips, tinged with pink, pinched the tender white flesh, and brought it to Zhao Yang's lips.

Zhao Yang lowered his eyes and stared intently, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Qu Yi parted her red lips slightly: "We've made some progress on the group that was chasing you before; they're related to the imperial court."

She handed him a little more fruit, and Zhao Yang opened his mouth and ate it. His thin lips gently held her fingertip, but only for a moment.

It gives the impression of something fleeting, like a passing illusion.